You take a brief look around you, thinking of how to get near him without getting yourself killed. There is no way you would risk running over to him, there must be a dozen pair of feet haphazardly stomping around that would make short work of you, not to mention the odds of being caught up in the roughhousing in which Jim is engaged. There is however an answer, your eyes wandering through the pile of clothes that hide you. Inside the seat of his empty jeans are this cotton boxer shorts, spread open and easily accessible. You over the denim waist and into the bowl inside, the black fabric of his underware spanning it such that you could easily stow yourself away. More and more you believe it would be possible to hide away in them unnoticed, but you hesitate, this could be a very bad idea. As much as you want to get intimate with your jock teammate, he could easily end up crushing you if he were to sit down, or smother you under a sheet of sweat-slicked skin. Such a large guy would undoubtedly leave little room inside his boxers, you would almost certainly be wedged tightly to his nether regions, neither able to move much or escape from his all-encompassing body. Yet the thought of immersing yourself so deeply into his manly essence is far to enticing, despite the risks.
You haul yourself over the firm waistline of his discarded jeans, landing inside the crumpled leg. Already you can smell him, his unique body odor faintly rising up amidst the smell of faded washing detergent. Jim cared little for the comfort of those around him when it came to personal hygiene. If he washed he did not do it out of social normality, for he enjoyed the grimaces of his teammates when he would wrap his arms around their neck, or worse, force them into some one to one time with his muscled ass. Despite this he was a popular guy, not only due to his stature and rugged good looks, but due to his playful and chilled out attitude. He was neither arrogant nor spiteful, but one could never know how safe it was to be near him, lest you risked taking a lungful of the worst his growing body could produce. It was for this reason you tried your best to spend as much time around him as possible, and had thus became most acquainted with the male form through Jim more than any other. You had never felt his naked flesh though, even having deployed your deepest guile, but now that was about to change,
A shadow came over you then; the giant had relinquished his squirming and now thoroughly degraded catch and returned to change out of his sports kit. You had to get into position quickly yet not gain his attention with sudden movements. As he steadily stripped himself naked above, you carefully yet hastily clambered onto the thick cotton bed of his boxers, gracefully keeping your balance. Making sure to align yourself neatly between the two leg holes, you lay on your back, admiring the view overhead. Now clothesless, his naked body gleams with a sheen of fresh sweat, his tense muscles cooling after the workout. His tree-trunk legs stretch upwards furred in a lashing of black hair, growing denser untill coalescing at the epicentre of his groin. His massive package sways and bobs, his pubes matted to his scrotum from the extreme moisture. His cock hangs flaccid; the broad head pointing down at you, wrapped in his smooth foreskin.
He takes a step forward, planting one foot to your left, quickly followed by one to the right. His legs now rise above you like towers, the powerful odor of his hot feet immediately enveloping you. It is a stench you have come to love, having had Jim's socks wrapped around your face on numerous occasions, even once having his clammy sole forced against your tender nostrils. Now it is overwhelming, the fuzzy tanginess amplified by both your size and his recent exercise. The desire to touch those steamy feet almost pulls you from your resting place, but is interrupted by the jock bending over to grab his boxers and jeans. Your breath becomes short as you realise what is about to happen - the long wished fulfillment of a fantasy - to smell and taste the source of Jim's masculinity.
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